All right. I'm FINALLY blogging about something else. I realized the other day that I couldn't find my MP3/camera/cam corder. So I tore the house up, looking for it. I searched my purse, in my closet, in the computer cabinet: NO LUCK!
So I was working the other day, and had a moment to rest. "Check your purse one more time. EMPTY it!" This little voice said. So, I did as told. I had actually just 'rearranged' my purse (my father was astounded any woman could 'reorganize' their purse), and so I thought it was possible maybe I buried it.
SHOCK AND AWE!!! There it was, snuggled amidst the lining of my purse, beneath the 'emergency' stash of candy. But I was positive I had searched my purse at least three times. I guess I just didn't look deep enough. So, it's good knowing I have my MP3 to listen to again. (Sigh of relief)
I went and shopped today, which is kind of saying something about me. I'm not TOO crazy about shopping, unless I have a craving (which I did), as well as $20-$40 to spend.
I bought shoes! I love shoes, mostly the converse-style (the ones with white tips). I know have three pairs, which my brothers think is RIDICULOUS! I have always been kind of a tomboy, not wanting more than one or two pairs of sneakers (only ever owning one at a time), but THREE?! Two of them are not even used! I have ones that are kind of formal, too, one of the more popular types. But the fantastic thing is they were all about $10-$12 bucks! WHAT A SAVINGS! I went to Forever Young, and they wanted like, $20. I DON'T THINK SO. They actually had cute styles and everything. But whatcha gonna do?
So, my shopping crave has been quenched... FOR NOW. (Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha...)
July 31, 2009
July 28, 2009
Obsession
So, I have to go to the doctor today for a 'check up and/or physical'. Uh-oh. I haven't been feeling good lately, and I'm hoping this will clear things up between me and my body. It's a new doctor, too, which makes things a little bit more tense.
I did it. I checked my e-mail like I told myself NOT TO. But oh well. He didn't e-mail. YET. But I can't help thinking about him. He asked to escort me TWICE, and there were times that it seemed he was arranging things to make it so he could come and be near me (not that I didn't mind). AND he asked ME to dance. It's kind of weird. And we sort of-kind of-maybe had a lot in common. He likes to sing and play violin. I like to sing and play violin (neither of which I claim to be a genius)! So why hasn't he e-mailed me.
He's probably going to e-mail me while I'm at camp. I just need to keep my mind distracted from him, and onto another missionary. He's CUTE!!!! But for some reason, my mind tells me, "YOU CAN'T LIKE HIM! HE'S A MISSIONARY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" But I can't help it! (or can I?)
I'm just too obsessive.
I did it. I checked my e-mail like I told myself NOT TO. But oh well. He didn't e-mail. YET. But I can't help thinking about him. He asked to escort me TWICE, and there were times that it seemed he was arranging things to make it so he could come and be near me (not that I didn't mind). AND he asked ME to dance. It's kind of weird. And we sort of-kind of-maybe had a lot in common. He likes to sing and play violin. I like to sing and play violin (neither of which I claim to be a genius)! So why hasn't he e-mailed me.
He's probably going to e-mail me while I'm at camp. I just need to keep my mind distracted from him, and onto another missionary. He's CUTE!!!! But for some reason, my mind tells me, "YOU CAN'T LIKE HIM! HE'S A MISSIONARY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" But I can't help it! (or can I?)
I'm just too obsessive.
July 27, 2009
Writer's Block
So, I'm a story writer, but not a very good one. I never finish my stories. I probably have well over a hundred stories started, and only about 2 or 3 that are even finished. They're almost all on the computer. The other day, I was cleaning my room, and came across ANOTHER one. So I started reading, and was thinking, "this is a pretty good story," and then it stops.
"NO! NO! NO!!! Where's the rest of the story?!" I was very upset, and then I remembered something else about being a story writer: I DON'T WRITE OUT MY PLOTS!!! I have discovered that is one VERY bad thing about me, I forget about where I'm going with it. I have a vague recollection of the story (or writing it anyway), but I have been MUCH more successful if I write out what I'm doing, chapter by chapter.
I am currently writing one, and for some reason, I'm just being a lazy butt and not writing it. But I have the chapters written out! I even have the next two books written out, but I'm just a LAZYYYYY person.
Next week is Girl's Camp. And I can't blog. I'm a little sad about that. I can't check my e-mail either. I haven't checked it since Saturday, and I am making a goal not to until tomorrow. Just in case he e-mails, and then I don't look so desperate. I have found that I e-mail people like, AS SOON as they have e-mailed me. One friend did write to me, and the only reason she hadn't was because she had been at girl' camp! So I'm hoping he just went camping, and doesn't hate me or anything.... WAAH!!!! :'(
(Yes, I just did a crying emoticon!) So I have to wait, and I'm not a very patient person. (I know, shame on me!) I'm hoping this is teaching me some patience! IT HAD BETTER BE! (just kidding)
"NO! NO! NO!!! Where's the rest of the story?!" I was very upset, and then I remembered something else about being a story writer: I DON'T WRITE OUT MY PLOTS!!! I have discovered that is one VERY bad thing about me, I forget about where I'm going with it. I have a vague recollection of the story (or writing it anyway), but I have been MUCH more successful if I write out what I'm doing, chapter by chapter.
I am currently writing one, and for some reason, I'm just being a lazy butt and not writing it. But I have the chapters written out! I even have the next two books written out, but I'm just a LAZYYYYY person.
Next week is Girl's Camp. And I can't blog. I'm a little sad about that. I can't check my e-mail either. I haven't checked it since Saturday, and I am making a goal not to until tomorrow. Just in case he e-mails, and then I don't look so desperate. I have found that I e-mail people like, AS SOON as they have e-mailed me. One friend did write to me, and the only reason she hadn't was because she had been at girl' camp! So I'm hoping he just went camping, and doesn't hate me or anything.... WAAH!!!! :'(
(Yes, I just did a crying emoticon!) So I have to wait, and I'm not a very patient person. (I know, shame on me!) I'm hoping this is teaching me some patience! IT HAD BETTER BE! (just kidding)
July 25, 2009
The Good, The Bad, The Dreamy
It's too hot. Just TOOOO hot. Here I am, trying to mow our lawn, and it's just too hot. I don't do well in the heat. Take, for example, two years ago at girl's camp. Didn't drink enough water, and I just about passed out. But we have FABULOUS girl's camp instructors/aids, and I lived. Slept the rest of the day, but I lived. And I drank more water, too. I've been upping my water even more, recently.
So I decided I've become obsessed. I check my e-mail twice a day-one in the morning, and once at night. True, nothing 'spectacular' arrives (and I think you know what I mean), but hey! It's worth trying, right? I had a dream I was running around a supermarket and he came running behind me saying, "RUN, CASSIE, RUN!" Not fully understanding, I turned around, saw him, and saw this HUGE snake coming up behind him. Needless to say, I ran. I then (for some reason) looked up, and there was no ceiling to this 'store', but a never-ending... darkness, so to speak, but it was like the sky or something, 'cause I saw stars. And then this huge two-headed dog appears, and I think the snake was trying to warn me or save me or SOMETHING weird. Then I woke up.
I have found my dreams to be truly strange. This past week, almost every night has me returning to EFY doing different things: making gumbo with human sweat, water and bacon, just going back and NOT meeting the previously mentioned cute guy...
So, anyway, returning to the original conversation, I'm obsessed. My brothers have started calling him my 'boyfriend'. First of all, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Second of all, I have not heard a word from him since EFY, and though he did seem a little bit interested, maybe he just wants to be friends (which is fine by me). And I'm not supposed to check my e-mail ALL WEEKEND. It's just two days. I can do it. RIGHT?
Anyway, I have one last thing. In seventh/eighth grade, I had this HUGE crush on 'Rocker Kid'. He was cute, sort of-kind of-maybe funny, and tall, which is hard to find in a guy, especially at my height. Anyway, the summer between eighth and ninth grade, he started appearing in my dreams. In ninth grade, I still kind of got butterflies in my stomach, but he was going to a different high school, so I started pushing him out of my mind. But he still continued haunting my dreams.
I never really talked to him, but the last dream I had, I was somewhere with him and his friends, and we had to call my mom to come and pick us up. I sat in front, and I turned around to look at him, asking, "WHAT are you doing here? LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he left me alone for a while, and I didn't worry about it.
But he came LAST night. He came to my church and was giving a talk, but he SOOOO didn't look like a church guy. He had his street clothes on, and he had red dye in his hair, and his hair was really long. I was SOOOO mad.
My dad said (in reality), "Did you ever talk to him?" "No." I said. I then told him the dream about my mom picking us up, and telling him to LEAVE ME ALONE, and he said, "Hmm. You'd have thought he would at least stay out of your dreams." He's probably not even consciously aware of what's going on!
I've also had one little phrase stuck in my head:
There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know is your heart still beating?
NAME THAT TUNE!!! (Bonus brownie points)
So I decided I've become obsessed. I check my e-mail twice a day-one in the morning, and once at night. True, nothing 'spectacular' arrives (and I think you know what I mean), but hey! It's worth trying, right? I had a dream I was running around a supermarket and he came running behind me saying, "RUN, CASSIE, RUN!" Not fully understanding, I turned around, saw him, and saw this HUGE snake coming up behind him. Needless to say, I ran. I then (for some reason) looked up, and there was no ceiling to this 'store', but a never-ending... darkness, so to speak, but it was like the sky or something, 'cause I saw stars. And then this huge two-headed dog appears, and I think the snake was trying to warn me or save me or SOMETHING weird. Then I woke up.
I have found my dreams to be truly strange. This past week, almost every night has me returning to EFY doing different things: making gumbo with human sweat, water and bacon, just going back and NOT meeting the previously mentioned cute guy...
So, anyway, returning to the original conversation, I'm obsessed. My brothers have started calling him my 'boyfriend'. First of all, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Second of all, I have not heard a word from him since EFY, and though he did seem a little bit interested, maybe he just wants to be friends (which is fine by me). And I'm not supposed to check my e-mail ALL WEEKEND. It's just two days. I can do it. RIGHT?
Anyway, I have one last thing. In seventh/eighth grade, I had this HUGE crush on 'Rocker Kid'. He was cute, sort of-kind of-maybe funny, and tall, which is hard to find in a guy, especially at my height. Anyway, the summer between eighth and ninth grade, he started appearing in my dreams. In ninth grade, I still kind of got butterflies in my stomach, but he was going to a different high school, so I started pushing him out of my mind. But he still continued haunting my dreams.
I never really talked to him, but the last dream I had, I was somewhere with him and his friends, and we had to call my mom to come and pick us up. I sat in front, and I turned around to look at him, asking, "WHAT are you doing here? LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he left me alone for a while, and I didn't worry about it.
But he came LAST night. He came to my church and was giving a talk, but he SOOOO didn't look like a church guy. He had his street clothes on, and he had red dye in his hair, and his hair was really long. I was SOOOO mad.
My dad said (in reality), "Did you ever talk to him?" "No." I said. I then told him the dream about my mom picking us up, and telling him to LEAVE ME ALONE, and he said, "Hmm. You'd have thought he would at least stay out of your dreams." He's probably not even consciously aware of what's going on!
I've also had one little phrase stuck in my head:
There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know is your heart still beating?
NAME THAT TUNE!!! (Bonus brownie points)
July 22, 2009
Cutting it awful close
I DID IT!!!!!!
I cut my days. It won't start until the second week of August, but I only work the first three days, and one of my closest friends, Blond Chica, will take that last two (thursday and friday). Now I'll get to see my family a little more, and get some more school time to myself.
Oh My GOsh!!!! It's almost school time! AGAIN!!! I've been 'school' shopping throughout the summer. Buying clothes, getting some folders and stuff like that. Way excited! I just need at least one new pair of jeans (flare, of course), and then I (personally) think I'll be set.
But that I don't have to work thursday or friday... YAY!!! Of course, I just have to finish this week, next week and the week after that is girl's camp, so life will be LOVELY!!! FABULOUS!!! MARVELOUS!!! (can you tell I'm happy about this?)
Anyway, I e-mailed my EFY buddies yesterday, and I am kind of excited to see if any of them e-mailed me back. And I have to e-mail some other friends, too. Hmm...
I cut my days. It won't start until the second week of August, but I only work the first three days, and one of my closest friends, Blond Chica, will take that last two (thursday and friday). Now I'll get to see my family a little more, and get some more school time to myself.
Oh My GOsh!!!! It's almost school time! AGAIN!!! I've been 'school' shopping throughout the summer. Buying clothes, getting some folders and stuff like that. Way excited! I just need at least one new pair of jeans (flare, of course), and then I (personally) think I'll be set.
But that I don't have to work thursday or friday... YAY!!! Of course, I just have to finish this week, next week and the week after that is girl's camp, so life will be LOVELY!!! FABULOUS!!! MARVELOUS!!! (can you tell I'm happy about this?)
Anyway, I e-mailed my EFY buddies yesterday, and I am kind of excited to see if any of them e-mailed me back. And I have to e-mail some other friends, too. Hmm...
July 20, 2009
$$$ CHA-CHING $$$
All right... HERE WE GO.
So I've been thinking lately about the recession and all, and wondering how I can make some $$$ (cha-ching!). I try NOT to think about it, but I decided that I need to start saving up for college, a car, emergencies... etc, etc. And school's coming up. Lots of fees to pay, and Momma Bear and The Big Kahuna have to pay for the boys' class fees, too, and I like to pitch in, so they don't have to wait for money to come in. We're actually pretty stable, despite the economic woes. But still...
I would also like to go on a big road trip for my senior year. I've been thinking just going up and down the coast-Oregon, Washington (state), California (which WOULD include Disney Land, thank you very much), and I know I'm the one that's going to have to start saving up for that, too. So, anyway...
I've been thinking of some money-making ideas. I was thinking of such ways, and then a thought came into mind. I have been playing piano for close to ten years: why not give lessons? It would be for beginners, maybe ages 6-12 or something like that, and I could start out slow, taking only so many students until I could get the hang of things. Not a bad idea.
But then I have my babysitting job. I talked to my mom, and decided I'm just going to have to talk to my babysitting-boss by myself. Tell her I'm going to start cutting days so that a) I can get ready for the coming up school year, what with me taking on THREE Honors classes (the horror!), and b) I can spend some more time with my family. I've been taking a bunch of time off anyway for different things-EFY, family functions, Girl's Camp, other church stuff-you get the idea.
So I want to start with cutting 2 days, and then slowly progressing to the point that I don't work anymore. I would love to take horse-riding lessons (that's a sport, right?), and spend more times with my friends. At first, I didn't really have a life. But then, things started slowly coming on, especially now that it's my High School year. Anyway...
I have NOT received any e-mails from any EFY buddies, but I'm afraid if I e-mail too soon, I'm going to look desperate... So when do I start e-mailing? It's Monday, and I wasn't really expecting to get any e-mails over the weekend, but... I don't know.
I guess I'll give it a week. That's good, right? And then I can start e-mailing others... I made one friend (a girl), and I'm really excited to stay in contact with her. We both had a lot alike: we're both kind of shy, we LOVE Harry Potter (Saw the movie! LOVED IT!!!!), and... well that's about all I got to know about her, really. So, I AM excited to get to talk to her. She's really sweet too (I don't know about me!)
So I've been thinking lately about the recession and all, and wondering how I can make some $$$ (cha-ching!). I try NOT to think about it, but I decided that I need to start saving up for college, a car, emergencies... etc, etc. And school's coming up. Lots of fees to pay, and Momma Bear and The Big Kahuna have to pay for the boys' class fees, too, and I like to pitch in, so they don't have to wait for money to come in. We're actually pretty stable, despite the economic woes. But still...
I would also like to go on a big road trip for my senior year. I've been thinking just going up and down the coast-Oregon, Washington (state), California (which WOULD include Disney Land, thank you very much), and I know I'm the one that's going to have to start saving up for that, too. So, anyway...
I've been thinking of some money-making ideas. I was thinking of such ways, and then a thought came into mind. I have been playing piano for close to ten years: why not give lessons? It would be for beginners, maybe ages 6-12 or something like that, and I could start out slow, taking only so many students until I could get the hang of things. Not a bad idea.
But then I have my babysitting job. I talked to my mom, and decided I'm just going to have to talk to my babysitting-boss by myself. Tell her I'm going to start cutting days so that a) I can get ready for the coming up school year, what with me taking on THREE Honors classes (the horror!), and b) I can spend some more time with my family. I've been taking a bunch of time off anyway for different things-EFY, family functions, Girl's Camp, other church stuff-you get the idea.
So I want to start with cutting 2 days, and then slowly progressing to the point that I don't work anymore. I would love to take horse-riding lessons (that's a sport, right?), and spend more times with my friends. At first, I didn't really have a life. But then, things started slowly coming on, especially now that it's my High School year. Anyway...
I have NOT received any e-mails from any EFY buddies, but I'm afraid if I e-mail too soon, I'm going to look desperate... So when do I start e-mailing? It's Monday, and I wasn't really expecting to get any e-mails over the weekend, but... I don't know.
I guess I'll give it a week. That's good, right? And then I can start e-mailing others... I made one friend (a girl), and I'm really excited to stay in contact with her. We both had a lot alike: we're both kind of shy, we LOVE Harry Potter (Saw the movie! LOVED IT!!!!), and... well that's about all I got to know about her, really. So, I AM excited to get to talk to her. She's really sweet too (I don't know about me!)
July 18, 2009
A Hug to Remember
Ugh.. It's been a LONG week. But it was good. We were at EFY, as mentioned before, and I simply had a FABULOUS time. I am sitting here with my baby Presto on my lap. She's just adorable. Getting fatter by the day.
Anyway, I suppose I should finish my 'story' on EFY. It was just AWESOME. I would strongly recommend it to any youth 14 and up! If you're over 18 (for girls), and over 21 (for boys), then you can be a counselor. They are just so HILARIOUS and AMAZING! So I just have to say that going with Blond Chica, and one of her friends HSM Lover was Fabulous. HSML won a dance competition, and we had a variety show in which HSML, Blond Chica, and I (as well as some of our 'company' girls) went up with us to dance to a High School Musical song. Everybody was cheering for HSML. It was great.
Then the dance came Friday! I have to get this over and done with, because I am just SOOO excited. As I said before, I met a boy. Really nice. Anyway, so we had been messing around in one room which we were supposed to be cleaning, and there was like, NOTHING, to clean. So then, the councilors tell us it's time to go to the dance. He (said cute boy) asks to escort me and Blond Chica. We talked, and found we all three had a lot in common. But he's mostly talking to Blond Chica because he's already escorted me and already knows some about me.
So we get to the dance, we say thank you, and he goes to see his friends. We are literally having the times of our lives meanwhile, Blond Chica and I are dancing the night away.... OH YEAH! Throughout the dance, I watch to see if he's ever 'available', and he's on one side of the room, and by the time I would get to the guy, somebody else would be with him. So I kind of gave up.
So then one of my favorite songs comes on. It's one that requires line dancing. I don't know the song, but they called it the 'Peanut Butter Dance'. Fun times. It's the last dance of this EFY, and I am just THROWING myself into it. I ran to get my camera (also a camcorder) to video record the dance, so I can memorize it. I managed to get it, but by that time, I am just SWEATING. The next song, the third to last song, is a slow one(and I believe it was boy's choice). Well, I was just turning my camera off from checking to see if the recorded video was okay, when he comes up, and asks if I would like to dance. I hand my camera to Blond Chica (I asked if she would hold it-don't worry!), and off we went!
We were dancing (it's a slow song), and we're talking. Great guy to talk to. Anyway, pretty soon, the song is over, but I kind of didn't realize it because I was enjoying myself talking to this guy. Then I realize the song is over, and I shut up.
He kind of holds his hands up, and it's like I'm reading his mind, and in his mind he's saying, "Well, this is it." But you could tell he wanted to give me a hug. As far as I was concerned, he hadn't offered a hug to any other girl I had seen, and I wasn't imagining it because I wasn't expecting it.
So I had to hug him. But it was a nice hug. Just FYI, I have NEVER been hugged by another guy, so it's a new experience for me, and it's just WAYYY exciting. I DID manage to get his phone number and e-mail, so I'm like WAYYY excited. I was literally bouncing off the walls. I went back to Blond Chica (who had been asked by someone to dance), and she's telling me how it went, but I wasn't even paying attention.
"He hugged me." Was all I could say. She did know that I thought he was cute and all. She continued talking, but I felt bad afterward 'cause I wasn't listening. "He hugged me," was all I could say.
I went over to her house afterward (it was after 11 PM), and we were going to have a Harry Potter marathon, and then watch the sixth one today. But I couldn't stop talking about him like, the rest of the night. It will be nice to just be friends, but it's like, he's my first 'guy friend' hug, and I am no longer interested in any guys in my neighborhood.
NOT. A. ONE.
Anyway, I suppose I should finish my 'story' on EFY. It was just AWESOME. I would strongly recommend it to any youth 14 and up! If you're over 18 (for girls), and over 21 (for boys), then you can be a counselor. They are just so HILARIOUS and AMAZING! So I just have to say that going with Blond Chica, and one of her friends HSM Lover was Fabulous. HSML won a dance competition, and we had a variety show in which HSML, Blond Chica, and I (as well as some of our 'company' girls) went up with us to dance to a High School Musical song. Everybody was cheering for HSML. It was great.
Then the dance came Friday! I have to get this over and done with, because I am just SOOO excited. As I said before, I met a boy. Really nice. Anyway, so we had been messing around in one room which we were supposed to be cleaning, and there was like, NOTHING, to clean. So then, the councilors tell us it's time to go to the dance. He (said cute boy) asks to escort me and Blond Chica. We talked, and found we all three had a lot in common. But he's mostly talking to Blond Chica because he's already escorted me and already knows some about me.
So we get to the dance, we say thank you, and he goes to see his friends. We are literally having the times of our lives meanwhile, Blond Chica and I are dancing the night away.... OH YEAH! Throughout the dance, I watch to see if he's ever 'available', and he's on one side of the room, and by the time I would get to the guy, somebody else would be with him. So I kind of gave up.
So then one of my favorite songs comes on. It's one that requires line dancing. I don't know the song, but they called it the 'Peanut Butter Dance'. Fun times. It's the last dance of this EFY, and I am just THROWING myself into it. I ran to get my camera (also a camcorder) to video record the dance, so I can memorize it. I managed to get it, but by that time, I am just SWEATING. The next song, the third to last song, is a slow one(and I believe it was boy's choice). Well, I was just turning my camera off from checking to see if the recorded video was okay, when he comes up, and asks if I would like to dance. I hand my camera to Blond Chica (I asked if she would hold it-don't worry!), and off we went!
We were dancing (it's a slow song), and we're talking. Great guy to talk to. Anyway, pretty soon, the song is over, but I kind of didn't realize it because I was enjoying myself talking to this guy. Then I realize the song is over, and I shut up.
He kind of holds his hands up, and it's like I'm reading his mind, and in his mind he's saying, "Well, this is it." But you could tell he wanted to give me a hug. As far as I was concerned, he hadn't offered a hug to any other girl I had seen, and I wasn't imagining it because I wasn't expecting it.
So I had to hug him. But it was a nice hug. Just FYI, I have NEVER been hugged by another guy, so it's a new experience for me, and it's just WAYYY exciting. I DID manage to get his phone number and e-mail, so I'm like WAYYY excited. I was literally bouncing off the walls. I went back to Blond Chica (who had been asked by someone to dance), and she's telling me how it went, but I wasn't even paying attention.
"He hugged me." Was all I could say. She did know that I thought he was cute and all. She continued talking, but I felt bad afterward 'cause I wasn't listening. "He hugged me," was all I could say.
I went over to her house afterward (it was after 11 PM), and we were going to have a Harry Potter marathon, and then watch the sixth one today. But I couldn't stop talking about him like, the rest of the night. It will be nice to just be friends, but it's like, he's my first 'guy friend' hug, and I am no longer interested in any guys in my neighborhood.
NOT. A. ONE.
July 14, 2009
Tire Troubles
Hi. I know, it feels like it's been a LOOOONG time. But it hasn't (or has it?). Anyway, I've been at EFY, from 9 Am to 9 PM. It may not sound fun, but holy moly it's AWESOME!!! We learn dances, have spiritual time, the whole she-bang! The best part is, you can sign up with a friend and be in a group together! Good fun!
Yes, many 'new' experiences this week. Gotta break it down, though. See we have groups, which has one councilor-if it's a girl group, girl councilor, with boys, it's a boy councilor. You OK? Good.
Well, we then have companies, which (in our case) is three girl groups, and one large boy group. Yes! So, like, everywhere we go with our company, boys have to escort the girls. Well, yesterday on our way to closing ceremonies, I was asked to be escorted by what looked to be.... a 'nerd.' That's what he looked like... AT FIRST.
But then we got talking, and he was like, super sweet! And WAYYYY cool. He was born in another country, and he's been like EVERYWHERE!!! Amazing. AND he let me talk some, and we kind of 'took turns' talking, asking questions. Good fun, good fun. So now, he is officially on the 'cute' list. And that's just 'cause he's nice!
So today was the dance, and I was sorta-kinda-maybe looking for him. But I never DID dance with him... I'm just a chicken. What can I say? It's been good other than that, though. Classes are good, meals are good. We even have free time! It's awesome! Me and my friends (and Mr. T) are doing a 'musical medley' they're doing for the youth, too.
Mr. T joined of his own free will... which is saying something. He didn't really want to go, but he's sort of... opening up, I guess. Each day is getting better. Well, except for today.
You see, we got a flat tire. TWICE. in the same road, within 100 yards of each. the first tire was slashed. Someone had slashed it, and it was a MIRACLE that we made it as far as we did on that tire. Then, we put the spare on. Well, it wasn't pumped up, 'cause grandma never had had to use it before! So we called Momma Bear, who brought her friend, who took us to EFY (we were an hour late), and we later found out Momma Bear and grandma had been there for two and a half hours more before setting off to do other things. Pingu was patient the whole time (he's 10-years-old: THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING!)
Yes, things DID get better. (sigh) Such is life.
Oh, Tacoman is away at a week-camp in Idaho or something like that. We REALLY miss him.
Yes, many 'new' experiences this week. Gotta break it down, though. See we have groups, which has one councilor-if it's a girl group, girl councilor, with boys, it's a boy councilor. You OK? Good.
Well, we then have companies, which (in our case) is three girl groups, and one large boy group. Yes! So, like, everywhere we go with our company, boys have to escort the girls. Well, yesterday on our way to closing ceremonies, I was asked to be escorted by what looked to be.... a 'nerd.' That's what he looked like... AT FIRST.
But then we got talking, and he was like, super sweet! And WAYYYY cool. He was born in another country, and he's been like EVERYWHERE!!! Amazing. AND he let me talk some, and we kind of 'took turns' talking, asking questions. Good fun, good fun. So now, he is officially on the 'cute' list. And that's just 'cause he's nice!
So today was the dance, and I was sorta-kinda-maybe looking for him. But I never DID dance with him... I'm just a chicken. What can I say? It's been good other than that, though. Classes are good, meals are good. We even have free time! It's awesome! Me and my friends (and Mr. T) are doing a 'musical medley' they're doing for the youth, too.
Mr. T joined of his own free will... which is saying something. He didn't really want to go, but he's sort of... opening up, I guess. Each day is getting better. Well, except for today.
You see, we got a flat tire. TWICE. in the same road, within 100 yards of each. the first tire was slashed. Someone had slashed it, and it was a MIRACLE that we made it as far as we did on that tire. Then, we put the spare on. Well, it wasn't pumped up, 'cause grandma never had had to use it before! So we called Momma Bear, who brought her friend, who took us to EFY (we were an hour late), and we later found out Momma Bear and grandma had been there for two and a half hours more before setting off to do other things. Pingu was patient the whole time (he's 10-years-old: THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING!)
Yes, things DID get better. (sigh) Such is life.
Oh, Tacoman is away at a week-camp in Idaho or something like that. We REALLY miss him.
July 9, 2009
The Spiritual Side of Life
So, this is a 'spiritual' blog. Yeah, I've had LOADS on my plate. Although, I need all of you to sign this statement (Okay, MENTALLY)
I,__________________, will NOT talk to ANYBODY about ANYTHING I read hear, unless I receive permission from Cassie the Sassie Lassie.
There.
I'm having problems with my... 'ward'. People are being jerks. First off, I have had this question for a while.
They tell us to be 'nice' to people from out of our church. That includes many, even the 'goth' or 'emo' kids. But then you hear, "You can't be friends with them. They might rub off on you."
Okay, that makes a lot of sense. Am I just supposed to stand six feet away and RADIATE the love of Christ? I'm not THAT good. I could try, but they'll look at me like I'm a freak, especially if I hold a flash light, saying "I'm radiating the love of Christ." Yeah, right. (I LOVE YOU, GOD!!!)
So, then, my leaders... they're so nosy! I work all the time, and the best way to contact me really, is by e-mail. But I'm not giving them my e-mail address. So then, they found out I work, and WHERE I work, so guess where they call? At my work place. I don't even THINK of picking up the phone when they call. I've even asked them, "Don't call at work. I think it is inappropriate and do not appreciate it." They say, "OK", and two weeks later, I get a call from one of them.
I'm also taking summer classes, and sometimes, I come home late (three the latest), but they call at like, one or two! (pm) My brother told me this conversation took place.
Bird Lady: Is Cassie there?
Tacoman: No. She stepped out.
Bird Lady: Where is she?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: When will she be back?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: Oh. So where is she? (ARE YOU SERIOUS?)
Tacoman: I think she's at school.
Bird Lady: Does she have a cell phone?
Tacoman: no.
Bird Lady: Oh. Will you take a message? Write this down. Are you ready?
Tacoman: Okay.
Bird lady: Sis. (Bird Lady) called.
Tacoman (thinking): ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
As far as I'm concerned, he didn't write it down, but did tell me. Yeah.
Now, I'm supposed to be patient with them. How am I supposed to be patient and 'love' and 'support' leaders, who all I hear about are BAD things?
"Yes, Sis. Red-Head loves us, but she's kind of pushy."
"Sis. Red-Head told my mom she deserves a better daughter (in front of my face!) and said it's because she 'loves' me."
Sis. Red-Head loves us, and then forces us to do things. Things even SHE doesn't do. WHAT IS THIS CRAP?! I don't play by those rules. I am SOOOO ditching this ward. Love the church. I love Jesus. But leaders are just dumb sometimes.
So how am I supposed to enjoy YW? Girl's Camp Menu has changed, as has housing, and they're putting other girls from OTHER wards into our cabins. It's going to be dumb. I feel that the YW presidency is corrupt. I REALLY don't want to go to camp. I have expressed the 'lack' of desires, and Momma Bear, at first, said, "It'll be okay. you need to go to be an influence on the girls."
WHAT GIRLS?!
Nobody pays attention to me. (Except Blonde Chica, and she's going with another ward, anyway!) Now, Momma Bear says I can opt out, but I've paid the fee, I've been going to the meetings that I, as a now 16-year-old, am required to go to, people are counting on me... JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE!!!
Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but as most teenagers, I don't feel she sees things the way I do. Unless I express myself VEHEMENTLY!!!!
So, I now HAVE to go to girl's camp. I'm not too happy with the ward. Ironically, a Sunday School lesson we had (my friend told me-I was gone), was 'Don't judge the church by the people'. It's too bad, because I wish that the Prophet could see and/or hear some of the things going on. These things are NOT. RIGHT. It upsets me.
To along with this 'corruption' theme, I found a quote by CS Lewis. First of all, my grandma was getting rid of her books, and among them was this CS Lewis quote book. I try and read one every night. THIS GUY IS BRILLIANT. So, anyway, I figured with corruption, goes temptation. It's a favorite quote of mine, and I WILL give proper... copyright-age? I don't know. Anyway...\
"A silly idea is current that good people do not knnow what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. ONly those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is...A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it: ande Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means--the only complete realist."
-C.S. Lewis, Mere christianity, bk. III, chap. 11, para. 7, pp. 124-125
Just one more thing. In lieu of July 4th (didn't blog then, either!), I received an e-mail from my grandmother. She is wonderful, and I have to say I LOVE her and the crazy e-mails she sends me. One was a July 4th powerpoint presentation, with pictures of our flag, and our services in Iraq. I ALWAYS tear up when I see pictures like these. They simply touch the heart.
At the end was a quote similar to this:
"Only two people you know of have willingly died for you: Jesus Christ, and the G.I. Force. One (Christ) died for your salvation.
"The other died for your freedom."
That struck me in the heart. Just RIGHT. THERE. I nearly broke into tears (I was in public, and had to hid said tears). I fiercely believe we are a blessed people to live in the USA, and our presidents (all of them) try to keep it that way. There will always be rumors, but we don't REALLY know. We can only hope.
I,__________________, will NOT talk to ANYBODY about ANYTHING I read hear, unless I receive permission from Cassie the Sassie Lassie.
There.
I'm having problems with my... 'ward'. People are being jerks. First off, I have had this question for a while.
They tell us to be 'nice' to people from out of our church. That includes many, even the 'goth' or 'emo' kids. But then you hear, "You can't be friends with them. They might rub off on you."
Okay, that makes a lot of sense. Am I just supposed to stand six feet away and RADIATE the love of Christ? I'm not THAT good. I could try, but they'll look at me like I'm a freak, especially if I hold a flash light, saying "I'm radiating the love of Christ." Yeah, right. (I LOVE YOU, GOD!!!)
So, then, my leaders... they're so nosy! I work all the time, and the best way to contact me really, is by e-mail. But I'm not giving them my e-mail address. So then, they found out I work, and WHERE I work, so guess where they call? At my work place. I don't even THINK of picking up the phone when they call. I've even asked them, "Don't call at work. I think it is inappropriate and do not appreciate it." They say, "OK", and two weeks later, I get a call from one of them.
I'm also taking summer classes, and sometimes, I come home late (three the latest), but they call at like, one or two! (pm) My brother told me this conversation took place.
Bird Lady: Is Cassie there?
Tacoman: No. She stepped out.
Bird Lady: Where is she?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: When will she be back?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: Oh. So where is she? (ARE YOU SERIOUS?)
Tacoman: I think she's at school.
Bird Lady: Does she have a cell phone?
Tacoman: no.
Bird Lady: Oh. Will you take a message? Write this down. Are you ready?
Tacoman: Okay.
Bird lady: Sis. (Bird Lady) called.
Tacoman (thinking): ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
As far as I'm concerned, he didn't write it down, but did tell me. Yeah.
Now, I'm supposed to be patient with them. How am I supposed to be patient and 'love' and 'support' leaders, who all I hear about are BAD things?
"Yes, Sis. Red-Head loves us, but she's kind of pushy."
"Sis. Red-Head told my mom she deserves a better daughter (in front of my face!) and said it's because she 'loves' me."
Sis. Red-Head loves us, and then forces us to do things. Things even SHE doesn't do. WHAT IS THIS CRAP?! I don't play by those rules. I am SOOOO ditching this ward. Love the church. I love Jesus. But leaders are just dumb sometimes.
So how am I supposed to enjoy YW? Girl's Camp Menu has changed, as has housing, and they're putting other girls from OTHER wards into our cabins. It's going to be dumb. I feel that the YW presidency is corrupt. I REALLY don't want to go to camp. I have expressed the 'lack' of desires, and Momma Bear, at first, said, "It'll be okay. you need to go to be an influence on the girls."
WHAT GIRLS?!
Nobody pays attention to me. (Except Blonde Chica, and she's going with another ward, anyway!) Now, Momma Bear says I can opt out, but I've paid the fee, I've been going to the meetings that I, as a now 16-year-old, am required to go to, people are counting on me... JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE!!!
Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but as most teenagers, I don't feel she sees things the way I do. Unless I express myself VEHEMENTLY!!!!
So, I now HAVE to go to girl's camp. I'm not too happy with the ward. Ironically, a Sunday School lesson we had (my friend told me-I was gone), was 'Don't judge the church by the people'. It's too bad, because I wish that the Prophet could see and/or hear some of the things going on. These things are NOT. RIGHT. It upsets me.
To along with this 'corruption' theme, I found a quote by CS Lewis. First of all, my grandma was getting rid of her books, and among them was this CS Lewis quote book. I try and read one every night. THIS GUY IS BRILLIANT. So, anyway, I figured with corruption, goes temptation. It's a favorite quote of mine, and I WILL give proper... copyright-age? I don't know. Anyway...\
"A silly idea is current that good people do not knnow what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. ONly those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is...A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it: ande Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means--the only complete realist."
-C.S. Lewis, Mere christianity, bk. III, chap. 11, para. 7, pp. 124-125
Just one more thing. In lieu of July 4th (didn't blog then, either!), I received an e-mail from my grandmother. She is wonderful, and I have to say I LOVE her and the crazy e-mails she sends me. One was a July 4th powerpoint presentation, with pictures of our flag, and our services in Iraq. I ALWAYS tear up when I see pictures like these. They simply touch the heart.
At the end was a quote similar to this:
"Only two people you know of have willingly died for you: Jesus Christ, and the G.I. Force. One (Christ) died for your salvation.
"The other died for your freedom."
That struck me in the heart. Just RIGHT. THERE. I nearly broke into tears (I was in public, and had to hid said tears). I fiercely believe we are a blessed people to live in the USA, and our presidents (all of them) try to keep it that way. There will always be rumors, but we don't REALLY know. We can only hope.
July 1, 2009
'Bang'-up Jokes
All right, I'm hopin' we got some good material here!
First of all, I FINALLY got a picture of my retarded bangs.
Yeah, I know. Really dorky. Anyway, I've been coming up with some good jokes here. I had a science teacher in ninth grade, and that was the ONLY way to 'sweeten' him up. He wasn't so mean to me and my friends after a couple of days of telling him jokes. It was great. Anyway...
Q: What's wrong with Chris Brown?
A: BEATS ME!!!! (I found this one in particular delightful)
A farmer, Osama Bin Ladin, and Pres. George w. Bush are stranded in the middle of nowhere. They suddenly find a lamp. They rub it, and POOF! Out comes a genie. The genie turns to the farmer. "What would YOU like?" He asks. "I would like a good crop for the rest of my life, so I can be happy." The genie nods his head, and says, "It is done." He then transports the farmer to his farm. The genie then turns to Osama Bin Ladin. "What would YOU like?"
"I would like a wall 20 ft. tall, 8 ft. thick, going around my WHOLE city. No one gets in, no one gets out." The genie nods its head and says, "Done." The genie then transports Osama Bin Ladin to his city, and the wall is there. The genie turns to Bush.
"What would YOU like?" He asks. "20 ft. tall, right?" Bush asks. The genie nods. "8 ft. thick, right?" Again, the genie agrees. (This is great)
"FILL IT WITH WATER."
That one puts a good spin on Bush. One of my faves. All right here's the last one. You might have heard it, but it's still good.
There are three men that all work in construction: a brunette, a red-head, and a blonde. One day, the brunette opens his lunch box and says, "Ah man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building!" And proceeds to eat his lunch.
The red-head opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And he proceeds to eat his lunch.
The blonde opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again?! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And HE proceeds to eat his lunch.
Well, wouldn't you know it? The next day, all get the SAME meal, and jump off the top of the building. The next day at the funeral, the brunette's wife says, "If he only had told me! I would have changed it!"
The red-head's wife says, "If I had ONLY known! I would've done something different!"
The blonde shrugs and says, "Eh. He packs his own lunch."
I have heard several variations on the joke, on food, where they work, etc., but it's all basically the same joke. Hope you enjoyed! There WILL be more coming, just FYI.
First of all, I FINALLY got a picture of my retarded bangs.
Yeah, I know. Really dorky. Anyway, I've been coming up with some good jokes here. I had a science teacher in ninth grade, and that was the ONLY way to 'sweeten' him up. He wasn't so mean to me and my friends after a couple of days of telling him jokes. It was great. Anyway...
Q: What's wrong with Chris Brown?
A: BEATS ME!!!! (I found this one in particular delightful)
A farmer, Osama Bin Ladin, and Pres. George w. Bush are stranded in the middle of nowhere. They suddenly find a lamp. They rub it, and POOF! Out comes a genie. The genie turns to the farmer. "What would YOU like?" He asks. "I would like a good crop for the rest of my life, so I can be happy." The genie nods his head, and says, "It is done." He then transports the farmer to his farm. The genie then turns to Osama Bin Ladin. "What would YOU like?"
"I would like a wall 20 ft. tall, 8 ft. thick, going around my WHOLE city. No one gets in, no one gets out." The genie nods its head and says, "Done." The genie then transports Osama Bin Ladin to his city, and the wall is there. The genie turns to Bush.
"What would YOU like?" He asks. "20 ft. tall, right?" Bush asks. The genie nods. "8 ft. thick, right?" Again, the genie agrees. (This is great)
"FILL IT WITH WATER."
That one puts a good spin on Bush. One of my faves. All right here's the last one. You might have heard it, but it's still good.
There are three men that all work in construction: a brunette, a red-head, and a blonde. One day, the brunette opens his lunch box and says, "Ah man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building!" And proceeds to eat his lunch.
The red-head opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And he proceeds to eat his lunch.
The blonde opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again?! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And HE proceeds to eat his lunch.
Well, wouldn't you know it? The next day, all get the SAME meal, and jump off the top of the building. The next day at the funeral, the brunette's wife says, "If he only had told me! I would have changed it!"
The red-head's wife says, "If I had ONLY known! I would've done something different!"
The blonde shrugs and says, "Eh. He packs his own lunch."
I have heard several variations on the joke, on food, where they work, etc., but it's all basically the same joke. Hope you enjoyed! There WILL be more coming, just FYI.
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